graphiki

A selection of graphic interventions that I published in Lebanese newspaper Assafir starting year 2006 until present.

She developed a new habit, which grew into a minor problem without any visual importance. She started feeling, a while ago, a surprising pressure in her ears at specific moments. She thought maybe her senses are now alerting her about bombs that might blow at any minute.

She stumbled in words and thought he was dead and not asleep. Grandfather laughed and said: Sleep is a rehearsal for an awaited death.

Fill the Void.

The dream of flying meant a lot to him; it was exciting, pleasurable, and unusual. He decided to become the representative of this matter, its spokesperson, to talk about it as if it’s a registered dream. Since that moment, he ceased visiting airports, and he sat and watched the air traffic instead.

Why would you woe the nation that wears that which it does not weave? What if this curse was Gibran’s, whose prophecies were so terrifying? What if Gibran lived in the era of globalization? Would he have been a founding member of an anti-globalization organization?

On the walls of my city, there are a lot of posters that approve, punish, and educate… One day I questioned the possibility of replacing these posters with printed matters that showcase jokes about “elephants”, “Haifa Wehbes”, and the “Othman go open the door to your mother”… People would read them when going to work and they would laugh and laugh and never stop laughing until the end of time…

I am an entity melting on the sofa. I do not wish to make the history, I would rather sit around the house and resign until further notice.

He ran off, he died, he went away, and left the horse alone.

She told her in her dream what she didn’t tell her in reality. Paris is a beautiful city, but I made a solid promise that requires a strong will: I have tossed some salt over the sand not to leave Beirut.